Language is a spiritual mansion in which you live and nobody has the right to evict you.

An exchange occurs between man and woman. Love and thought complete each other in the human pair, and something like an exchange of souls takes place, according to the divine plan.

One way or another the no doubt mad idea entered my mind that my own actions had historic importance and this fantasy (?) made it appear that people who harmed me were interfering with an important experiment.

De Tocqueville considered the impulse toward well-being as one of the strongest impulses of a democratic society. He can't be blamed for underestimating the destructive powers generated by this same impulse.

I'm glad I haven't lived in vain.

There is only one way to defeat the enemy, and that is to write as well as one can. The best argument is an undeniably good book.

Alternatives, and particularly desirable alternatives, grow only on imaginary trees.